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My Game mechanics can work in any setting, genera, time or place, I have technology ages ranging form Stone Age, Iron Age, Renaissance age, Modern Age, and Future Age. Characters can be Anyone they so chose from any setting or Book, or Movie, or Video Game, TV show or from their own imagination.I class them into Any "Humanoid" Any "Animorphic" any "Sentient animal" any "Cyborg", any "Android" or Any "Plant"Their are 6 main attributes and 4 sub attributes, and it's a skill based game. Skill range form 1-30 falling into these categories: Novice, Proficient, Specialist, Expert, Master, and Grand Master. The "Action Roll" is open ended which means if you roll a 20 on a d20 you roll it again and add it to you previous roll. This way even a novice could roll 3 20's in a row and accomplish a an incredible roll/feat of skill.It's also Strictly a d20 game no other die are needed to play

Because i was trained in Rapier & Dagger combat I used that knowledge to reflect it in my game when it came to Combat/melee...Characters roll for regular initiative to see who goes first, The first person to go goes on the "Advance". Each level of Mastery has so many Advances it cam use to attack: Novice 1 advance, Proficient 2, Specialist 3, Expert 4, Master 5, and Grad mater 6 so this is how many times the Attacker can advance on the defender, The defender has to block, parry, dodge, every advance made (Skill VS Skill) NOT Armor class, Armor absorbs damage. After the attacker used his Advances he becomes Defender and in Turn the defender become attacker and use his/her advances on the new defender...IF However the Defense Roll is 10 points higher that the Attack roll on the actual dies rolled the Defender thwarts any and all advances the attacker could have used against him and then the Automatically switch sides the defender becomes the new Attacker and the previous attackers goes on defense battle continues until there is a winner.

Call me Thad...I've been Gaming for over 33 years...I've played every Edition of D&D, Gammaworld (First ed), Shadowrun, Cyberpunk, Rifts, Gurps, Fudge, And more than i can remember...Mostly as a Game Master...of table top, pen & paper games.In real life... I was Aramis of the Musketeers for 8 years at a Renaissance Festival. I know how to ride horseback, Fire a Musket, And Fight with Rapier & dagger. and speak French.

I'm actually creating my own RPG and Core rules. I'm play testing it with some friends right now. lets see how it goes. I got great ideas and experience in RPG's and acting... SO have at it with questions...if you please.

Waiting for Tom and Jerry to finally climb aboard, along with his blast-bot. "Tom, don't bring that in the tank.." Tom had been carrying the head of one of the thrill killers. Tom was a bit of a kleptomaniac, picking up odd things from time to time. Jerome had never spent the time tracking down that particular bug, but it was starting to get annoying..

"Captain Arjan, please proceed at your best speed. LV - what the hell is your name anyway, you're up. We need those coordinates, and I'm only used to hacking bots. Don't @!#$ us over, and there'll be a share for you." Again, Jerome was free with money, it usually paid off. He also didn't say how big the share was.

"I have missed your upstanding and just nature, it does leave me all hot and bothered, and with a belief for a brighter tomorrow. No sarcasm here, I ran fresh out or sarcasm pills, can't censor myself if I wanted, either."Blue hugged him, burrowing face first into the less metallic shoulder, whispering. "But, I must disappoint you - I out-whore you. Whoring was my raison d'etre, my prime directive, why I was made. Not too glamorous, one may think - but I checked the books - I am a very expensive plaything, custom-made for a disgustingly wealthy bastard of a nerd, by a legion of eggheads. You know why I speak Japanese? Because he wanted me to watch vintage cartoons with him, after we did stuff that would make your mother blush. And, after shoving what basically amounted to a fire extinguisher up my ass during 'playtime', he would drink from me, speaking of love."Through the fabric of the combat fatigues, Blue pressed two very pointy breasts against Joao's chest. "These puppies lactate on command... and you'd have to be less of a choir boy to even hear what the rest of this freak show does."

A tear on cheek, rare waste of water, Blue stepped back, speaking slightly louder: "So, I know my share of whoring. I ended my maker, his whole household, even the f!cking exotic fish and the firetruck crew who came to quench the flames. We're basically whore-vengeance buddies."Hands at the hips, somewhat re-composed, Blue chided him: "So, it's even sadder. Really, you should feel lucky, I offered you a ride, for the low price of one standard back-rub, for you know how sore the shoulders of idealists grow, all the world's burdens upon them? You should have offered me a back-rub. I am no lady, but by all hells, on occasion I like to be made to feel like one. Anyways, scratch it, your fare is a third of the fuel from here to the shuttle site, and I guess back to Cairo, too, and as I am not a total ditz on most days, I'll calculate a fair proportion of the tank's rent, too, based on how far exactly you ride. Plus the cost of a standard back-rub without happy end from a middle-class massage parlour, because you made me cry. Take it or leave it, and if you take it, come inside for a brewski, I have some alcohol-free because that's not haram."

(please consider this an attempt at humour, and at portraying Blue accurately)Whoring? A servant? All Blue wants is one (1) backrub (standard issue, no happy ending), for a ride in the middle of the desert, and for the assistance of three armed mercenaries and a tank. That's a deal as good as they come! Blue didn't even ask for gas, grass, or ass. Generous, even miraculous, the pinnacle of human virtue, rare these days.Why, if Blue gives it any more thought, then the conclusion will be that Joao should feel honored to be given the opportunity to give Blue a backrub, and anyway should have offered one on his own initiative. Blue may be no lady, but on occasion likes to pretend that that is the case.(I'd prefer the exchange to be friendly and humorous, but we *do* have a psychiatric patient on hand)